Begin at the beginning, that precarious cusp where thought stirs to ripple within the psychic sea. Each filament, hinging upon conscious decision, weaves into the ever-expanding layer of potentiality.
To understand the void within inked specters, one must follow the spiral. Digest not what is given, but nourish through wisdom gained by experience, lest echoes fall silent in the tapestry of shadows.
In hindsight, much is revealed: observe the dance of ether and form, the symphony of unseen weaving through what you least understand. Each dot an origin, each stroke a journey.
Retreat or Advance? Dream's Invitation